Donde Tú Duermes

For Anthony MinghellaThe train had left Atherton, the trees brushed past my window. I was going to San Francisco to acting class, to Rachel, and how Alan helped word her. That’s when you told me I was angry. You had such a way of putting it, of holding space for it to be. You said anger was like tunnel vision, you can’t see the bigger picture when you focus on what you can’t change.

You have an angel’s hammer, Ant. And so, you drove it home: Do you know how many people are angry at me because I’m dead?

I turned my inner eyes at you I wanted to see what you were seeing. Past the screenplay you wrote, past the forgiveness you’d known about. You showed me an expanse of light that was full of things waiting to happen. We want you to have all that, you smiled, and be happy.